Chapter 2158 Vargas

Chapter 2158 Vargas

"Venerable Sacharro, I don't quite understand. Keeping impurities? Aren't you purposely ruining your pills?

"I have to admit that your words are correct. The idea of treating each herb differently and thus adjusting the alchemy formula accordingly sounds so perfect to me that it can't possibly be incorrect.

"But I can't wrap my mind around the idea of keeping impurities..."

Hearing Vargas' words, Dyon frowned slightly. He thought he had explained well enough...

After thinking absentmindedly for a moment, something clicked in Dyon's mind.

"Venerable Vargas. When you concoct lower Venerable pills, are you not already capable of purging all of its herbs completely of these 'impurities'?"

Vargas blinked. "Yes. I'm sure that I am."

"And what is the best purity percentage you've reached, then?"

Vargas blushed. "... Not even 80%."

"Then what do you think the problem is? If you believe you already purged the herbs of all of its impurities, why is your pill still imperfect? Further than that, if 100% purity is considered 100% pure already, then how is it that one to nine times refined pills can exist?"

Realizing that Dyon wasn't trying to insult or embarrass him, Vargas was both surprised and curious. For a moment, he really didn't know how to answer. He had truly never thought of this. No, rather, he had just assumed that he was making mistakes later on in the process. Was this the difference between a genius and him? Or was it that he had simply not practiced enough to realize something so simple?New novel chapters are published on

For the next week, those three hardly moved an inch. Their only regret was that Dyon hadn't concocted more pills. No, maybe their other regret was that Dyon was too good and finished concocting them too quickly.

On the 8th day, Dyon finally remembered a question he had been meaning to ask.

"Venerable Vargas. What can you tell me about these?" With a light toss, he threw a piece of mist glass over.

Vargas' eyes widened. Maybe it was only at that moment that Dyon realized that maybe it wasn't such a smart idea taking the mist glass out.

"Put it away! Quickly!"

Vargas threw the glass back toward Dyon, a slightly panicked expression coloring his handsome features.

Dyon didn't understand what was going on, but he acquiesced regardless. He was certain that this mist glass was the main resource of Metodel City. How could something be both the main resource of a major city and taboo at the same time?

But when Dyon thought more deeply about it, he realized there was something he overlooked. While it was true that when his senses swept over, he had sensed many people importing and exporting this mist glass, and even discovered many both open and hidden deposits, he hadn't checked to see whether it was being distributed amongst the normal population.

In the distance, on the battlefield, the clash of Skull and a man with a dull gaze raged one.

"You've insisted on this battle for over a week already, Skull. Do you really believe that if I had what you wanted, I wouldn't have given it to you? Do you think I want to be wasting my time like this?"

The man with the dull gaze seemed to be complaining lazily, but he rebuffed Skull's attacks without much effort. It gave the illusion that he could end the battle whenever he wanted, but this was little else other than his demeanor. He had no luxury to not use his full strength against Skull.